Dean Winchester/Eliot

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean was pissed. They'd been on a case for a week and still hadn't figured it out. It seemed someone else was on the same case and the asshole seemed to be one step ahead of them. Finally they'd gotten a lead and were on their way to the house where the demon they were hunting was supposedly at. The poor sap being used as a meat suit was apparently some important businessman and the demon riding him around like his own personal pony was causing enough trouble to have made the papers a few times over.

He looked up at the house as they pulled up, eyes narrowing as he surveyed the layout. They got out and he popped the trunk, pulling out his pistol and the demon knife before sliding the blade into his boot. Once they were both loaded up they made their way to the door, pushing it open easily and heading inside. Dean immediately lifted the pistol, looking around before motioning to Sam that he was heading upstairs, being as silent as humanly possible.

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[golden_retriever]

It was damn hard tracing down the ring that he was hired to retrieve. Eliot didn't know what the deal was or why the guy who owned it seemed to go around town acting out, but he traced it to the house's safe and that was what mattered.

He was there at the house already, one arm around the business man's neck while the other twisted his arm behind his back. Strange, the guy was a lot stronger than he looked, but Eliot had him subdued and was currently forcing him to open the safe.

"Come'on, I don't have all day, man."

It left the dude with one hand free to type in the combo, but Eliot made it clear that he wasn't going to stand for any funny business.

However, he stiffened when he heard footsteps approaching from below. He couldn't explain it, but something about it made his hair stand on end.

[hunterusheroicus]

He moved up the stairs slowly, wincing when one of them creaked before making it all the way upstairs. Sam had gone to check out the rest of the house so he was still downstairs. He reached the first room, leaning against the wall outside the door, listening. He heard a slight rustling noise and he spun, gun pointed straight at Eliot.

His eyes widened and he immediately lowered his weapon as he stared. "What the hell are you doing here and why are you hunting a demon?" He stared at the demon in Eliot's grasp, dropping to pull the demon knife out of his boot.

[golden_retriever]

No one was more surprised than Eliot when he found himself facing Dean. The human who he had that one night stand with, the hunter. For some reason, it emitted a light growl from his wolf.

"A demon?" He looked to the guy in his grasp and his eyes went round when the guy blinked and suddenly his eyes were black. Not like black pupils, but pitch black, like equine eyes.

"The fuck?" To his credit, when the guy tried to twist free during his moment of confusion, instead of letting go, Eliot slammed him hard against the door to the safe.

"I don't care what you are, I said open it!"

He glanced briefly back to Dean. "Sorry, pal, doin' business here."

[hunterusheroicus]

He watched the demon actually do as he was told before stepping forward, still holding the knife. "Funny, thats what me and Sammy are doing too. This dude's been causing all kinds of trouble around here lately and I'm gonna end him." He waved the knife as he moved closer.

The demon was struggling and it made Dean suddenly nervous because damn it Eliot could actually get hurt. "Get whatever you came to get and get the fuck away from him." He growled at Eliot, fist tightening around the handle of the knife.

He couldn't take a chance of trying to stab the demon because he might hit the werewolf too and seeing as the knife was made of silver it could seriously hurt him. He shifted, watching the demon's every move.

[golden_retriever]

The demon was struggling in earnest, making Eliot twist its arm back far enough that he actually heard a crack. Yet the thing didn't seem to even notice as it continued to fight him off.

"What the hell's goin' on?" he demanded as he used all his effort to hold the thing down.

He glanced at Dean over its shoulder before the thing pushed Eliot backwards into a wall. Eliot got the breath knocked out of him for a second, but still not letting go, he gripped on tighter.

"Whatever you're gonna do, do it quickly! I can't hold on much longer!"

He wasn't a hunter, he didn't know what Dean wanted to do, but he could bet that it had something to do with that silver knife of which just looking at made him nervous. Even so, more than likely it would be easier to do while Eliot got the thing immobilized instead of free and fighting.

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean moved forward, eyes watching Eliot for a moment as his jaw tightened in anger, shoving the knife into its chest. He was shaking slightly as he watched the flare up inside its body and behind its eyes before pulling the knife out, watching the body slump heavily. Then he lifted his eyes back up to the man. "I told you to get the fuck away from it." He looked down at his knife, wiping the blood on his jeans before looking at the safe.

"What were you here for anyways?" He walked over, looking inside and smirking as he pulled out a few bundled stacks of cash. He waved them in the air, tilting his head. "Please tell me you were here for more than cash, dude."

[golden_retriever]

Eliot fought down the insane desire to cringe in the face of Dean's anger. The hell? "I let go, that thing would be hard to grab hold of again."

Squaring his shoulders, he stepped away from the body with a grunt and glanced warily over towards Dean. And his silver knife.

"No," he said, stepping over to the safe and frowning at the various bundles. Then spotting the small jewelry box behind one of them, he grabbed it and opened it to reveal the ring with some sort of crest on it.

"Came here for this," he said showing it before stowing it into his jeans pocket. Though he was now giving the cash in the safe thoughtful looks too.

"Wouldn't mind takin' some cash though."

[hunterusheroicus]

He snorted, glaring at Eliot sharply. "I've been dealing with those assholes a long time. You letting go would have ended the exact same way. Him a slumped dead mass on the floor." Without thinking he grabbed Eliot's arm, squeezing. "I could have stabbed you if he'd jerked the right damn way." He eyed the ring for a moment before looking back at the safe and shrugging.

Why the hell not? He divided the money, setting half back in the safe before shoving the bundles he still had in his pocket, worrying about counting later. He and Sammy were running low on funds. This would definitely help out. "How long are you in town?" He heard footsteps and turned, looking at Sam who was standing in the doorway now surveying it all.

"Its all good Sam. Uhhh this is, ah, Eliot." He looked up, remembering the name well. "He's a hunter as well." Yeah because there was no way in hell we was going to let his brother know that he was being friendly with a werewolf. "Eliot this is my brother Sam. Anyways, ganked the bastard, got some cash. I say we call this a day and get back to the hotel. I need a beer and the bar was close."

[golden_retriever]

Eliot growled, feeling threatened by Dean although he couldn't explain what or how. Rather, it wasn't by Dean, but his inner wolf's reaction to Dean.

He jerked his arm away as if it burnt him, being nice to not have turned it into an attack to show the other what he was capable of.

He strangely had no desire to do such a thing.

Grunting, he turned to grab a pack of the money, heaved it, then shrugged and let Dean carry it. Technically Eliot didn't need it although it would help too.

Being called a 'hunter' though did make him arch his brows in surprise. It might've given him away, but he was quick to drop them and cover with smirk in an arrogant way. "Sam, huh. Nice to meet you. Yeah, I say we get outta here before his backup security makes it here."

If Sam had explored the house, he would find that the original security guards had all been knocked out one way or another.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot was hired to retrieve a beautiful jeweled dagger, no different from any of his other jobs, except that he hadn't expected it to be a double cross. There were people waiting for his arrival to the city from the start, and every step of the way there had been attempts to kill him.

People killing him, fine, that was just part of the job's dangers, he accepted that. But when they blew up public places in an attempt to catch him in it, that was going too damn far.

So when it all came to head inside the security building where his target housed his private collection, Eliot didn't hesitate to take it out on the thugs who attacked him. The security were all knocked out nicely ahead of time, he felt bad for hurting the security guys who were just doing their jobs... but these damn thugs, they deserved everything he did to them.

With an inhuman heave, he threw one of them into the far wall of the complex while he gripped the other by his throat. "There were kids in that buildin'!!"

[hunterusheroicus]

They'd gotten an anonymous tip that there was a werewolf in the area. The whole thing had immediately made Dean nervous, but Sam was ready. He always loved the tougher hunts, even if most of them ended up with them getting some pretty nasty injuries.

They made their way through the building, checking the knocked out security guards and other personnel along the way. It was weird because no one seemed to be dead, but they kept moving until they heard the sounds of fighting. Sam looked over at Dean, motioning to a set of double doors before he bolted to the other side of them and pressed to the wall.

Dean nodded, pressed against the other side of the doors before they both turned at the same time and kicked the doors in. Both their guns raised at the same time and they both trained on Eliot as he threw the thug across the room. Dean's eyes widened, mouth opening to yell. "Eliot!" He looked at the activity in the room before looking at Sam. His own gun had lowered slightly, but his brother was still aiming at the man.

He jerked, reaching out and grabbing Sam just as his brother pulled the trigger. There was nothing he could do.

[golden_retriever]

In the middle of the fight, Eliot hadn't noticed that two more people had joined in as he was still surrounded by a few more men who may still strike back.

The familiar voice calling his name might possibly have saved his life, for he turned just before the distinctive noise of a gun firing echoed in the large room.

Pain exploded out somewhere in his back, piercing, breathtaking. It was nothing like any bullet shot he had ever experienced. The point of entry all the way to where the bullet was lodged radiated pain and his step faltered, causing him to stumble forward once before the excruciating pain knocked him to his knees. The thug in his grip dropped, throat crushed and suffocating slowly, but the remaining three, seeing this was an opportunity, tried to go at him with their knives.

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean reacted immediately, shoving Sam as hard as he could and knocking the gun out of his brother's hand before he spun back. He aimed, taking down two of the thugs with shots to shoulder and knee cap, but the guy closest to Eliot got a bullet straight to the heart. He watched each of them fall before kicking Sam's gun further from his reach.

Sam spluttered before he started yelling. "Dean he was killing those men!" Dean turned, almost snarling. "Yeah and it was how many to one, Sam? They were trying to kill him! You pick up that gun and I swear, Sammy I'll beat you into next week." He had no clue what was coming over him as he dropped down next to Eliot, eyes roving the room for any more threats before leaning in. "Eliot?"

Sam watched the two of them as realization struck. "The bullet was silver, Dean. Just like yours. He's a fucking werewolf!" He snatched his gun, raising it to point at Eliot again, but Dean moved into the way. "Sam..." He warned.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot had to move. He was hurt and the pain was like nothing he ever knew... not even the tortures of North Korea compared to this, it was like poison ran in his very veins.

He shivered as his body tried to work through the stress. He wanted to lean into Dean's presence, let Dean help him. The other man felt like reassurance, like family, pack...

But Dean's argument with his brother... —Hunters— became the warning bells of imminent danger. He worked alone. He always worked alone, and this man's brother shot him! Eliot snarled, forcing himself to push up and get off his knees.

With everything he had left, he scrambled to get away. He looked over his shoulders once with fierce yellow eyes, set in a face etched in pain, before he crashed through the second story window and tumbled to the grounds below.

[hunterusheroicus]

"Eliot!" He yelled, moving towards the window and looking down at him. "God DAMN IT!" He spun away from the window, stalking up to Sam and shoving him hard against the wall. "Sammy you are lucky I don't shoot you myself." Sam shoved back, frowning hard. "How can you be protecting him, Dean!? You saw what he is! I'm guessing you've known the whole fucking time!" He threw his arms up.

"Yeah I have. He isn't like Madison. He doesn't eat people! Why do you think I've been doing all that god damned research? I swear if you killed him..." He started out of the room but Sam pulled him back. "Let him go Dean." Dean spun, pushing Sam back a few steps. "Fuck off Sam! You don't have any right! At least I'm not protecting a demon." And with that he slammed the butt of his pistol against Sam's head, knocking him out.

"Sorry Sammy. I'm not letting him die." He turned, running out of the room and down the stairs as soon as he got to them. Thankfully it didn't take him long to get outside and he called. "Eliot!"

[golden_retriever]

Eliot didn't reply, but landing from a second story jump when he was already half dead left a trail. Aside from the crushed grass where he fell, there was blood and Dean didn't need to be a werewolf with a good nose to follow its tracks. Eliot had been trying to make for where he hid his car in the side of the road, but collapsed in a copse of trees not far from it.

At least he tried to keep himself out of plain sight, but he wasn't looking good. While conscious, barely, he was pale and his skin actually felt normal to the touch, human normal, but cool to a werewolf.

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean found were he'd landed before following the trail of broken glass and blood. As soon as he found Eliot he slid to his knees next to him, hands hovering for a moment before he touched him, noticing how much cooler his skin was. "Eliot...come on. We need to get you somewhere safe so I can get this bullet out of you."

Though he really didn't want to try to take him anywhere first. He had no clue what would would happen if the bullet stayed in much longer. He carefully rolled his shirt up, looking at the bullet wound, making a scared noise in his throat.

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean stretched lazily, eyes cracking open and looking down at Eliot blearily. He made a sound before turning his head to look at the clock before snorting. "Christ..." He yawned before brushing his fingers down the side of his face. "Mmm hey wake up. Its almost four. I need to check your back and we need to eat."

He smirked a bit, brushing his fingers through the man's hair slowly before glancing towards the door. He ran through a list in his head, remembering that he needed to clean the bathroom and make Sam take the bloody towels to the laundromat for them. Housekeeping could not be left to clean those.

After a few moments he wiggled and bent down, kissing his temple. "I'm getting up." He slowly extricated himself from Eliot before pushing himself up and heading for the bathroom first thing. Then he realized that Eliot might need to go to. He would wait though, see if he could move on his own yet.

[golden_retriever]

Senses dulled by the drugs, it took Eliot a bit longer than normal to react to movement in the bed beside him. Normally he would be awake and trying to analyze, possibly take down, the threat by now, but Dean got only a yawn and a blue eye cracking open.

"What time is it?" he asked blearily as he turned to the hand ruffling through his hair. His fever finally went down and he was only his at his hotter than normal temperatures that was average for him.

He groaned and sat up, muttering under his breath at the pain in his back. But it was decent pain, one that told of a healing wound and not some silver poisoned gaping hole in his body. It still hurt like a acid ravaged bullet hole would, but he didn't feel like he was going to die from the sickness alone anymore. "I feel better."

[hunterusheroicus]

He came out of the bathroom after a few moments, smiling. "Its almost four in the damn afternoon. We crashed." He scratched his bare stomach before jerking his head towards the bathroom. "You need to take a piss? Because if so hurry so I can check your back." He stopped, watching him before smiling wider. "You do? Good...thats really good. You look better. Not so pale and shit."

He padded over to the fridge, pulling open the door before grabbing a cold bottle of water for each of them before looking through everything. He frowned before shaking his head and instead reaching for the phone book. "Fuck this. I'm ordering delivery." He carried the phone book over to the bed, sitting down.

"I'm gonna call Sam in a little bit. Make him take the towels off to clean em himself. You want anything while I make him play bitch?" He chuckled softly.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot was starving, as the untouched burger that Dean had so lovingly made for him earlier was testament to. But more than that, Eliot felt better and got his appetite back. Now instead of poisoned and sick, he was merely injured and recovering. A werewolf's appetite was ravenous.

As he moved to get out of bed, his movements were still slowed by pain but no longer as weak as before, he paused at Dean's address of his brother. Sam might not be Eliot's favorite person right now, but even Eliot had to raise his eyebrows at that one.

"Uh... you did grocery shoppin' earlier, right? No, I think I'm good."

[hunterusheroicus]

"Yeah I got plenty of groceries. Enough to last at least a couple of days. You got a stack of steaks in there almost as long as my arm so you should be good on those." He put his finger on a number, looking up at him. "You good with chinese takeout? Or would you rather have pizza?"

He switched pages between two different menus before looking up at him. "Come back here." He patted the bed in front of him. "I wanna check your back." He also held up a bottle of water for him, smiling with relief that Eliot was moving around.

"Gonna hurt for a bit, but thats normal. Fuck I'm just glad you're better."

[golden_retriever]

Coming out of the bathroom, Eliot paused then ambled over back towards the bed. His back still hurt like a bitch so he still ended up sprawling forward so his back was exposed.

"Hurts like someone shoved several hot pokers in me... but yeah, this is a whole lot better." He craned his neck to smile back at Dean.

"And if you're orderin' take out... Uh, I'll take Chinese." He considered. "Hot and sour soup and a general Tso's chicken... and an egg fu yung if they have it. Starvin', man." His appetite was definitely back. A moment passed then he added, "Hey, I'll pay for it. The groceries too... and the room." He couldn't ask for Dean to dish out money for all of this.

[hunterusheroicus]

He grabbed the pen and paper, writing everything down before adding his own list. He looked over it a moment before adding a few things, smirking. He had a stash of money in the glove compartment of the Impala, plus a small lockbox buried in the trunk from the first time they'd run into Eliot on a job. "I'm probably ordering enough to feed a small army, but I really don't give a damn."

He grabbed the phone, calling to make the order before writing down the total. He nodded for a moment before dropping the phone back on the receiver and immediately frowning at Eliot. "Like hell you will. I already paid for the room and the groceries. You can handle the takeout if you want, but I'm staying here with you. I'm not gonna make you pay for everything."

Finally he was able to move around, carefully pulling tape and gauze off Eliot. "Just hold still. I'm gonna let it breath while I get some stuff to clean you up and rebandage if needed." He rubbed Eliot's lower back for a moment before getting up.

[golden_retriever]

It was incredibly hard to win an argument while he was laid out on his stomach and having to crane his neck to look up at Dean. He growled in annoyance nonetheless, but some of that agitation calmed down again when Dean gave his back a light rub.

"Damnit," he called as soon as Dean got up and walked across the room. Now that the hunter was in front of him instead of sitting to his back, he could see the man properly to protest.

"You wouldn't be here if not for me, Dean, and fuck it, man, most of those groceries are for me. Tell me what I owe and I'll pay you back, alright?"